'Godmonster of Indian Flats' (1973) – Fredric C. Hobbs.

Surrealistically set in a visually striking, yet faintly eerie historical gold rush town just outside of Reno, Nevada, this infamously insane B-Schlocker features one of the more absurdly proportioned, sordidly shambling, and decrepit-looking cryptids in the long and bloody history of kill crazy creature features!  This apparently picture-perfect tourist trap is nefariously run by corrupt mayor, Charles Silverdale (Stuart Lancaster), the sole inhabitants of this iniquitous enclave untainted by the Mayor's duplicity are kindly Professor Clemens (E. Kerrigan Prescott), his delightfully spaced-out assistant, Mariposa (Karen Ingenthron), and guileless sheep herder, Eddie (Richard Marion) who fatefully witnesses the wildly psychedelic birth of this manifestly monstrous entity!

In addition to the monolithically mad-looking mine monster, iconoclast filmmaker, Fredric Hobbs's acid-fried, deliriously distracting, agitprop narrative is certainly no less outrageous; the rewardingly weird plot laudably, if not exactly subtly, boldly confronts racial prejudice, political corruption, and the inevitable ecological disaster over the unchecked disposal of industrial pollutants, this hallucinatory horror stew being theologically fortified with some singularly odd Christian motifs, the squirrelly sequence suggesting the apparently 'preternatural' conception of this gruesomely gaseous grotesquerie suggests that the creators of this exhilaratingly exploratory exploitation gem were not exactly unfamiliar with the recreational usage of paradigm shifting substances! In many ways a wholly unique viewing experience, as this imaginatively mutated monster movie dutifully delivers all the requisite B-Movie buffoonery plus some unexpectedly psychoactive additives!

'Beware a Godmonster in Sheep's Clothing!' - Weirdlingwolf.

'Welcome to the Altered States of America!' - Tor Bronson / Heroic Blood Shed.